The Beast In Man's Clothing

"Surrender?" Han Jin faintly smiled and glanced at Hogan. He then shifted his attention toward the sky where swarms of gargoyles still hovered in the sky. 

Cessacioun would have loved to be there. He was not only a magician, but also a bard. In some ways, he would even prefer the latter. Ever since he was little, he had been interested in all kinds of stories; be it epic tales of heroes or suspenseful adventures, a good story would always enthrall him. He admired the heroes in those magnificent poems and dreamed to be part of their team, even if he only played a minor role. 

Unfortunately, Cessacioun was not present to witness this scene, or he would have been even more excited than Sunier. 

He chatted with the girl he escorted as they walked together. After some time, the girl suddenly ran to the side, grabbed a fistful of snow, and rubbed it on her face. 

"What did you do that for?" Cessacioun said in a surprised voice.